It beckons all light of dawn. I cannot remain under sheets of shame any longer.
It slides across wood floors in the cottage called home.
He snores beside me.
I walk out through french doors to pine needles under my feet
they pierce my skin, remind me of who I am
flesh and bone mortal
wounded and transparent.
The golden light rests upon my outstretched hands
I am calling out your name
I kneel, asleep still in my soul
Wake me up I pray
Teach me a better way.